Somos todos escravos do que precisamos,reduz as necessidades se queres passar bem,que a dependência é uma besta que dá cabo do desejo,a liberdade é uma maluca que sabe quanto vale um beijo.
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom, for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces, of people going by I see friends shaking hands, sayin' "how do you do?" They're really sayin' "I love you"
I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow They'll learn much more, than I'll ever know And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
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